a winter fire

13

People will not undergo qualitative changes in just a few days, and I, who has always been sober, will not change my opinion of a certain author just because I read a few more books by this author, so when I stood at Zhou Hanzhang’s house When I talked to him at the door, I still felt that he had a bad personality and was still sloppy.

What can this man do if he shaves his beard every now and then?Do you have to look like a down and out bum?

Not only that, but Zhou Hanzhang was quite annoying, because his soot was blown onto my face by the wind.

I wanted to complain, but after all I had something to ask of others, so I could only continue to smile obsequiously.

I said: "Teacher Zhou, give me a chance, I just want to talk to you about your book."

I took out the three books that I was about to rip through and the notebook full of writing from my backpack: "Believe me, I really read it carefully."

I haven't seen each other for more than a week, and Zhou Hanzhang's attitude towards me is not much better. The so-called "playing hard to get" has no effect on him.

He looked at me impatiently and said, "If every one of my readers came to discuss with me, then I wouldn't have to write."

"You're right," I said in a very good mood now, "but I'm not like the average reader."

He flicked the cigarette ash: "What's the difference?"

"I have eaten your cooking."

I could see that Zhou Hanzhang had question marks all over his face.

"I used your toilet."

Zhou Hanzhang turned away from me and continued to smoke.

"I used to ride in your car." I looked at him with a smile and said, "I bought your book with my pocket money when I was 17, and my father was still your father's student."

Zhou Hanzhang frowned and looked at me: "So what?"

"It means we have an unusual relationship." I said bluntly but confidently, "You should open a back door for me."

Zhou Hanzhang was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"How do you..."

"So thick-skinned?" I am now calmly acting as a thick-skinned person, "As the saying goes, a shameless person is invincible in the world. If I want to open the door of Teacher Zhou's heart, I can only use this trick."

Zhou Hanzhang stared at me for a few seconds. I was about to start the second round of lobbying, but he turned sideways and let me in.

Four words describe my mood at that time - overjoyed.

When I entered the door, I was so swollen that I felt that once I entered this door, I would step into the closed heart door of this difficult Mr. Zhou. As long as I opened the door of his heart, no bookmarks could be left. ah!

In fact, many of these literary creators are like this. They usually seem to have weird personalities and bad tempers, and they always have some strange principles that make people puzzled, but in fact they are fighting against the world with their self-awareness. In this impetuous world, they long for someone who really understands them.

I, Bai Wei, am the one who came to be Zhou Hanzhang's confidant!

However, there is an old saying that is good, if you don’t listen to the old man’s words, you will suffer in front of your eyes. My dad often reminded me not to get carried away at any time. I didn’t take it to heart, and the result was really embarrassing.

Because I was too excited, I accidentally tripped over the threshold when I entered the door, and landed on my face before I left the school. In the cold winter months, my clean black woolen coat was covered in dust like this.

Dogs eat shit.

Classic dog eats shit.

I lay on the ground and felt that the bridge of my nose might have been crooked.

It was embarrassing, the good mood was wiped out, and what made me even more depressed was that when I was physically and mentally exhausted and in severe pain, I actually heard Zhou Hanzhang laughing.

Before I got up, I turned my head to look up at him, and saw him smiling and looking down at me with a cigarette in his mouth. His condescending look was really annoying.

This is schadenfreude?

I pouted.

"Can't get up?" he asked me. "Should I call an ambulance?"

"I'm fine." I was a little unhappy, but I was too scared to attack, so I could only bite the bullet.

The palm of the hand scratched the skin on the ground, the pain was excruciating, and the jaw was also broken.

I lowered my head to pat the ashes on my coat, Zhou Hanzhang came over and bent down to pick up those books and my notebook.

He stood there, flipping through my notes casually.

I wish he would read more and let him know how hard I was "doing my homework".

However, he is a really poisonous person. If it weren't for my talent to ask him and give in to him a little bit, I would really jump up and smash his head with these books.

Because he flipped through my notes and said, "Your handwriting is too ugly."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-3108:19:09~2020-11-0108:12:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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